I’m a male Assassin who has just moved to Paris. I’m to meet with Arno at Café Théâtre. I go upstairs to wait for him and find myself in the training room. I pick up the Schiavona and give it a few swings. On the third swing I hear a clang and find myself face to face with Arno himself. At first he seems upset that I am messing with his weapons, but he soon breaks in to a smile and pulls me in for a kiss. The Schiavona as tossed aside as he pulls me into his quarters. I knew he missed me.

Confession by @sassenach-on-the-rocks
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